ten years ago

"Ten years ago, Michaelmas. Summer hours fading into dusk, day dying slow. I had fallen out of the straight path into a place of harsh rocks and broken brambles, like the legend tells Satan fell from heaven on St. Michael’s Day. But I had fallen from no heaven, and those who pursued me were no angels." 

— from the novel Sinful Folk

PHOTO: photry: On Ice - Mercury
 

"Ten years ago, Michaelmas. Summer hours fading into dusk, day dying slow. I had fallen out of the straight path into a place of harsh rocks and broken brambles, like the legend tells Satan fell from heaven on St. Michael’s Day. But I had fallen from no heaven, and those who pursued me were no angels."

 

— from the novel Sinful Folk

 

 

PHOTO: photry: On Ice - Mercury

Source: http://sinfulfolk.com